“I happen to know a paramedic.”
“I’m not dying,” she says with a laugh.
I have a feeling she might if she knew what was happening down the hall.
“He tells really good jokes too,” I say because I don’t want her to be here when doucheface date appears.
“Is he handsome?” Kirilee asks, sliding her hands and legs around me.
“Definitely. But…married.”
Kirilee sighs. “Darn.”
I lift her from the table, hitching her up a little higher as I do. Ishouldn’t like the little gasp that escapes her lips. And I shouldn’t like the way her body feels against mine.
But I do like it.
A lot.